Private for Clesula and Calypso!
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I'm here!
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Alright you care to start?
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OOC: Sure!
IC: Clesula had just left the meeting when he ran into a she-cat. A very pretty she-cat for that matter. He frowned. "Sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going."
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Calypso fell back on her haunches in shock, a startled yelp emitting from her. She looked to see what the cause of her fall was and saw a handsome tom standing before her, apologizing. She stood, and shook herself. Staring at him she sniffed, "It's fine, it was partially my fault as well."
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He jumped back as she yellowed, but came closer as she talked. "Well, I'm Clesula. What is your name?"
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"I'm Calypso." She said flicking a black ear, "Can't say I've seen you around before Clesula, nice to meet you."
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He nodded. "Well, I do tend to stay to the back of the room most of the time." He shuffled his paws.
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"Really? I prefer the middle." She said just chatting on. "The back huh? How come you sit towards the back?"
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He shrugged. "I don' know. Just do."
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"It's must more enjoyable towards the center." She stated, "Anyway, I was about to go hunting do you wish to join me?"
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Clesula thought about this for a moment. "Sure, I guess." He mewed.
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"Great." Calypso began walking towards where she normally hunted. "So Clesula, right? I'm not very good with names."
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"Yeah. And you Calypso, right?"
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"Yep, that's me." She said, scenting the air for prey.
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He did the same, catching the faint scent of mouse.
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She crouched slightly, picking up the scent of a nearby squirrel.
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Clesula headed towards the scent, his tail twitching slightly.
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Calypso looked at him, allowing him to catch the squirrel if he wished, she'd pick up the scent, but he could kill it if he wished.
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[Umm... what? That doesn't make sense to me.]